I'm starting to get sick of saying this, but....
I don't own Big O
I don't own the characters
I am not making money
Lawyers, begone!
Act 25: Hawkeye
Jazmin awoke. She sat up in the bed, startled. The room was all white, and looked like something out of a hospital. There was nobody else in it, and the door was shut. She cautiously climbed out of bed and walked over to the window, and peered out.
A cityscape of ivory towers rose as far as she could see, and farther. Here and there she saw shapes, and was sure she was hallucinating...
The door began to open. Instinctivley, she hid behind it. A man in a black suit with slicked-back hair came in, looked at the bed. He started to turn when she jumped on him, trying to use a tactic to immobilize him.
"What the??--oh, there you are. Hey, calm down, I'm a friend." For some reason, he was not budging, nor had her blows had any effect other than hurting her hands. She brought one leg up into his groin as he turned, only to be rewarded with a very sore foot. He chuckled.
Jazmin backed off, nursing her foot. "What the hell are you?!?" She had never seen such strength. All her strikes should have knocked him flat, yet he was standing here unfazed.
The man in the suit spread his hands. "Depends on who you ask. Some might say I'm a Negotiator. Others might say I'm--"
His next words were cut off as she grabbed his arms and cracked him in the head with her own, intent on knocking him out. She only succeeded in knocking herself unconcious.
She next awoke back in the same bed. A young red-head placed a wet rag on her forehead. She started to sit up, but the girl restrained her with surprising strength. "Just relax. You have a rather large bruise there, and Roger didn't want you hurting yourself again." There was amusment in her tone, and the hint of a smile played about her lips.
"Just who or what are you people, anyway?"
"We might ask the same of you." The man in the suit, who she presumed was 'Roger,' was in the doorway, hands in his pockets.
Jazmin crossed her arms. "I asked first."
'Roger' smiled and took off his sunglasses. "I'm Roger Smith, Negotiator. This is Dorothy Waynewright." He indicated the red-headed girl.
She gave a little nod. "Pleased to meet you."
Jazmin frowned and looked out the window. "Where are we, anyway?" The towers outside were an architecture she had never seen before.
"We're in what is called the City of Angels. Your airship crashed not to far away."
"I didn't crash. I was shot down." She sat up, and this time Dorothy did not stop her.
"Shot down? By what?" she asked.
"Some sort of flying Megadeuce. All in red." This seemed to take them both by surprise. They shared a look. "What, do you know something about it?"
They weren't listening to her. "It's impossible. I saw Big Duo in the hangar just before her jet came into radar. There's no way someone could have flown him out there, attacked her, and gotten back. Besides, I think someone would have noticed."
"Then that means there's another Big Duo out there somewhere." Dorothy frowned. "Maybe Rosewater or Schwartzvald found another buried somewhere."
"Would you two please tell me what you're talking about?!?"
Roger thought a moment, then grinned. "I don't see why not. Care to go for a little walk?"
I don't own Big O
I don't own the characters
I am not making money
Lawyers, begone!
Act 25: Hawkeye
Jazmin awoke. She sat up in the bed, startled. The room was all white, and looked like something out of a hospital. There was nobody else in it, and the door was shut. She cautiously climbed out of bed and walked over to the window, and peered out.
A cityscape of ivory towers rose as far as she could see, and farther. Here and there she saw shapes, and was sure she was hallucinating...
The door began to open. Instinctivley, she hid behind it. A man in a black suit with slicked-back hair came in, looked at the bed. He started to turn when she jumped on him, trying to use a tactic to immobilize him.
"What the??--oh, there you are. Hey, calm down, I'm a friend." For some reason, he was not budging, nor had her blows had any effect other than hurting her hands. She brought one leg up into his groin as he turned, only to be rewarded with a very sore foot. He chuckled.
Jazmin backed off, nursing her foot. "What the hell are you?!?" She had never seen such strength. All her strikes should have knocked him flat, yet he was standing here unfazed.
The man in the suit spread his hands. "Depends on who you ask. Some might say I'm a Negotiator. Others might say I'm--"
His next words were cut off as she grabbed his arms and cracked him in the head with her own, intent on knocking him out. She only succeeded in knocking herself unconcious.
She next awoke back in the same bed. A young red-head placed a wet rag on her forehead. She started to sit up, but the girl restrained her with surprising strength. "Just relax. You have a rather large bruise there, and Roger didn't want you hurting yourself again." There was amusment in her tone, and the hint of a smile played about her lips.
"Just who or what are you people, anyway?"
"We might ask the same of you." The man in the suit, who she presumed was 'Roger,' was in the doorway, hands in his pockets.
Jazmin crossed her arms. "I asked first."
'Roger' smiled and took off his sunglasses. "I'm Roger Smith, Negotiator. This is Dorothy Waynewright." He indicated the red-headed girl.
She gave a little nod. "Pleased to meet you."
Jazmin frowned and looked out the window. "Where are we, anyway?" The towers outside were an architecture she had never seen before.
"We're in what is called the City of Angels. Your airship crashed not to far away."
"I didn't crash. I was shot down." She sat up, and this time Dorothy did not stop her.
"Shot down? By what?" she asked.
"Some sort of flying Megadeuce. All in red." This seemed to take them both by surprise. They shared a look. "What, do you know something about it?"
They weren't listening to her. "It's impossible. I saw Big Duo in the hangar just before her jet came into radar. There's no way someone could have flown him out there, attacked her, and gotten back. Besides, I think someone would have noticed."
"Then that means there's another Big Duo out there somewhere." Dorothy frowned. "Maybe Rosewater or Schwartzvald found another buried somewhere."
"Would you two please tell me what you're talking about?!?"
Roger thought a moment, then grinned. "I don't see why not. Care to go for a little walk?"